Becoming A God In Another World With My Crush-Chapter 56: Heavenly Cushions (18+)

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The room was quiet save for the faint crackle of the hearth in the corner. Xander lay on his side, eyes closed, the gentle rhythm of Alyhana's breathing behind him and Iris's restless shifting at his front. Sleep came easier than he expected — but it did not stay gentle for long.

The dream began without warning. One moment he was adrift in the warmth of the inn, and the next, cold air wrapped around him like a vice. He was standing in a place that might have been the Shadow Grove… or what was left of it by the way.

He turned and froze.

Alyhana lay on her side just a few paces away, her hair fanned out like a halo against the dead ground, her eyes open but sightless. Iris was sprawled beside her, green eyes dim, her lips slightly parted as if she had been caught mid-breath. Both of them were stiff and bloodied, and for a moment his mind refused to believe what his eyes told him.

"No…" His voice cracked, barely more than a whisper. His legs felt rooted in place, every muscle in his body refusing to obey him.

'Save us… Kaelhi.' Alyhana's echoed in his head.

'You let us die...' then came Iris' voice.

His breath caught. "What—? No. You're—" He stumbled forward a single step, but the ground shifted under him, the air pressing down as if the whole world was holding him in place.

Again, the voices came, softer but sharper this time, slicing through the quiet like cold steel.

'We died because of you...'

'SAVE US!'

He tried to reach for them, his hand trembling in the dim, colorless light. "I'm right here! Just—hold on—"

But the more he moved, the further away they seemed to slide, as if the earth itself was pulling them from him. The blackened ground began to crack, dark voids opening beneath their bodies. Alyhana's pale hand slipped into the shadows first, Iris's green eyes meeting his one last time before she too sank away.

"No! Iris! Alyhana!" His voice tore from his throat, but it didn't echo — the sound was eaten by the emptiness around him.

The last thing he heard before the world collapsed into black was a whisper so close it could have been at his ear.

'Save us, Kaelhi… or lose us forever.'

A shape emerged from the fog. Tall and cloaked. Its hood was drawn so low that no part of its face was visible, but the weight of its familiar presence made Xander's skin crawl. The figure stopped only a few steps away, the folds of its robe swaying slightly as if moved by a wind he could not feel.

Its voice was deep, carrying an ancient echo that seemed to seep directly into his bones.

"So… you have returned, Kaelhi."

Xander's pulse spiked. "Who—?" He reached for his sword, but his hand met only empty air. "What are you talking about? Who are you?"

"You should have remained hidden in that little universe if yours. But you returned..." The figure tilted its head in a slow motion, as though measuring him. "Now, those you hold dear to you will die."

Before he could move or ask who the hell was this guy, the dream shattered.

He woke with a sharp inhale, the dim glow of the dying hearth casting faint light across the room. His mind raced, the cloaked figure's words still ringing in his ears. But his thoughts came to an abrupt halt as he realized something far more immediate — and far more embarrassing.

He was lying with his cheek pressed firmly against something soft and warm.

His eyes flicked upward… and met the rise and fall of Iris's large breasts...half concealed by the white dress Eli had given her...he was so close that he could see the outline of her perky nipples, the faint scent of her hair filling his senses. She was still asleep, one arm draped loosely over his shoulder in an oddly protective gesture.

And as if that weren't enough, he felt a second warmth pressed against his back. Alyhana was curled close, her arm looped lightly around his waist, her breathing slow and steady as if she'd been holding onto him all night.

Xander froze, every muscle going stiff as heat surged into his face.

'Okay, this isn't... crazy at all, totally normal! Don't move. Don't wake them. Just… think about something else.'

Something that doesn't involve the fact that his the filling in this ridiculous, dream-come-true human sandwich.

A tiny, muffled sound came from Iris — half a sigh, half a sleepy hum — and she shifted just enough that his head sank deeper into her chest to the point his breathing was nearly cut off by her mounds.

It wouldn't be a horrifying way to die...being choked to death by Iris' tits or thighs seemed like a great way to venture to the great beyond or whatever.

God, he was such a simp!

His ears burned hotter. "Oh, gods…" he muttered under his breath.

Alyhana stirred slightly at the sound of his voice, murmuring something incoherent before snuggling closer. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Xander stared at the wooden ceiling, every nerve in his body caught between wanting to stay completely still and desperately needing to escape. "This is… not how I thought my morning would start."

First the nightmare from hell, now this...

His body betraying him with an inconveniently timed erection. He could feel Alyhana's hand creeping dangerously close to his straining cock, and Iris practically choking him to death with her chest, her hand gripping his shoulder possessively.

As much as every fiber of his being screamed to stay right where he was...he was a pervert to the point that he knew that if he got up, he'd never get a chance to be with girls like this again, Xander knew he had to escape this situation before things escalated further. With great reluctance, he carefully removed himself from their heavenly embrace, trying not to wake them.

"Gotta... go," he mumbled, not meeting either of their eyes as he slid out of the bed. His heart pounded as he tiptoed to the door, fully aware of how ridiculous he looked with a raging boner tenting his pants.

He slipped out into the hallway and let out a shaky breath, leaning against the wall for a moment. 'Okay, just find somewhere private and take care of this,' he told himself, his face burning with embarrassment.

He crept down the corridor, praying he wouldn't run into anyone. Thankfully, the inn was quiet at this early hour. He finally spotted an unoccupied room and ducked inside, shutting the door behind him with a soft click.

The room was small and sparsely furnished, with a single bed and a washstand. Xander didn't waste any time, undoing his pants and freeing his aching cock. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, groaning at the much-needed relief.

When was the last time he did this...?

As he started to stroke himself, his mind couldn't help but drift back to the warmth of Alyhana and Iris's bodies pressed against his. He imagined Iris's lips wrapped around his cock instead of his own hand, or Alyhana's deft fingers teasing his balls. The fantasies only made him harder.

"Fuck..." he panted, increasing his speed. He pictured their faces, those smoldering looks they'd given him over dinner. He could almost feel their hands on him, their mouths... The pleasure built rapidly as he chased his release.

With a final grunt, Xander came hard, painting the washstand with his seed. He slumped against the wall, chest heaving as the waves of ecstasy washed over him.

As the post-orgasmic bliss faded, a rush of guilt and shame crashed down on him. He couldn't believe he'd resorted to jerking off like a horny teenager (which he was) while the two women he cared about were just down the hall. But the alternative– letting them discover his raging erection would have been even more mortifying.

He could almost hear Iris' voice calling him a creep or a pervert.

Sighing, Xander cleaned himself up and adjusted his clothes. He had some serious explaining to do to Alyhana and Iris. He could only hope they wouldn't be too upset with him for running away like that.

Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and headed back to the room, ready to face the music.